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ooooooookay so in honor of my 18th birthday (which is 2morrow) here i present to you what once was a quick decision turned to be a great one because i’ve been hesitating whether or not to rip off my shirt and my self-esteem on “these kinda pics” buuuuuut i just said fuck it, i’m an adult now, and i can do whatever the fuck i want mkay so oh yeah and also i’ll probably take these down soon because wellllllllllllll

anonymous asked:

I recently had to give my dog away because of housing reasons and cause he is a special needs dog. So I was wondering if you could do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader (who is his girlfriend) has been really off during the day. Maybe Peter asks during second hour Chem but she just shakes her head and says "i don't want to talk about it." But later maybe during another hour or either at lunch, she randomly breaks down crying and he comforts her. Sry if its long Just loved ur last imagine ❤️

I’m so sorry about your dog, I have two dogs myself and I couldn’t bear to give either of them away so I know how you feel. I hope this makes you feel a bit better :)

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Peter frowned slightly as he heard a tired sigh from the seat to his left. Letting his eyes leave his Chemistry notes for the first time that lesson, he looked over to see you sitting with your head in your hands. Another look told him that you hadn’t even copied any notes over the course of the lesson.

Glancing at the teacher to ensure she was distracted, Peter slipped a piece of paper onto your desk and tapped your shoulder lightly to get your attention.

Frowning, you unfolded the note your boyfriend had passed you.

You okay?

You met his eyes, wide with concern for you, and nodded once. You could tell by his facial expression that he wasn’t buying it, but he simply reached over and squeezed your hand before turning back to face the front of the class.


Peter wove his way quickly through the cafeteria towards the table where you always sat together. The smile faded from his face when he saw you in the same position he’d seen you in in Chemistry, almost four hours ago.

“What’s up?” he asked, nudging you gently and placing the tray with both your lunches on it between the two of you. You sighed, taking your bowl of soup off the tray and stirring it half-heartedly.

“I just…it’s just one of those days, y’know?” you started. “Everything seems to be catching up with me, and I feel so stressed and-,” You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling in your eyes until your voice broke. Panicking, Peter wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“It’s okay to feel like that, I get days like that too,” he told you. “Why don’t you come round to mine’s after school today? We’ll have a movie night, order a pizza.”

You smiled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your top. “Only one pizza?” you joked. Peter chuckled, giving you one last squeeze before letting you go.

“Okay, two pizzas. And I’ll let you choose the movie. Deal?”

You smiled, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist again.

“Deal.”

A/N: Sorry it’s quite short but I wanted to get something written for you as soon as possible. If you want to give feedback or request something, my ask is here! I hope you’re feeling better, anon :)

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based on the prompt “I accidentally took your notebook thinking it was mine and you have really nice handwriting and cute doodles” AU from this AU post. Also for my klaine bingo prompt “history”. hope you enjoy :)

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Blaine Anderson has not had the best week.

On Monday he slept through his alarm and didn’t have time to shower and re-gel his hair, so his hair was a total mess. Brittany followed him around all day petting him and asking if she could shave his head and use it as a blanket for her cat. It wasn’t as bad as it could be, but it was still pretty humiliating.

On Tuesday Kurt Hummel sat beside him in History and he wasn’t able to get anything done. Then, just as he was getting ready to leave, Kurt smiled at him and said he liked his bow tie. He didn’t get anything done for the rest of the day.

On Wednesday his mom surprised him by announcing that she’d done laundry while he was at school, and when he checked the dryer later he found his favorite bow tie had been completely mangled.

On Thursday Azimio Adams dumped a slushie over his head, effectively ruining the brand new sweater vest his mom had bought him as an apology for ruining his favorite bow tie.

And now it’s Friday and he just wants to finish his homework and lie on the couch and think about how Kurt Hummel had commented on his bow tie again today, but he can’t even do that because it turns out he accidentally picked up Kurt’s notebook instead of his own and now he doesn’t have any of the notes he wrote in class today to help him with said homework.

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hshfjdhs when ppl tell me they like my art style I die….like its so nice to hear bc??
When my older drawings got a lot of notes I always told myself “oh its only bc people found my post funny not bc the art is any good” bc I was reeally insecure about my art. I mean I was really glad I could make people laugh!! but I was stressing out bc i wanted to draw better,,,I cant even rly “see” my art style right now tbh so i used to think it was plain/boring but lately a lot of people have been telling me they like my style and it makes me so haPPY it gives me a feeling of improvement??? ID K runs awya

Calum Imagine - Pretend / part two

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Authors note : Okay, I got a couple of requests for this! It’s not my best, but I really hope you guys like it! 

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Part One here

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It’s been a week since Calum walked out your front door after you walked in on a fight between him and Ashton.  

Since then, you haven’t gotten a full night’s rest. You’ve been thinking nonstop about why he hasn’t texted you back, or why he hasn’t called.  

That day, after he walked out, a deep silence feel over you and Ashton. 


“W-What just happened?” You asked frantically, looking from the door to Ashton, who was looking at his feet.  

“I… I don’t really know.” He mutters, his voice quiet as he looked down at his feet.  

You bring your hand up to the back of your neck, rubbing it, trying to think of a reason he would walk out like that, and why his facial expression instantly changed when you walked into the room.

“What did you say to him?” You question, raising your voice a bit, making Ashton look up at you with wide eyes.  

“All I did was ask him why he’s been so distant lately, and then he blew up on me.” He snaps back, his hands balled in fists at his sides now.  

You sigh, running your hands through your hair. You knew Ashton wouldn’t say anything to hurt Calum on purpose. You were just worried about the fact that your boyfriend just walked out of your house without an explanation.  

“What did he say to you, Ashton?” You ask, more calm this time around. With a sigh, he begins to tell you everything that just happened, and you could feel the color slowly draining from your face.  

You curse under your breath, your hand coming up to run through your hair. Cal thought that Ash liked you? As you looked back on the past few weeks, you started to feel stupid. How had you not noticed this earlier? The way he looked at you everytime you hung with Ashton, and the way the two of you laughed together and had no issue with being close to one another.

“I-I’m so dumb…” You mumbled under your breath after a long bout of silence between the two of you, bringing Ashton’s eyes down to you when you looked up at him. “I feel so blind…” You trail off, your voice cracking as you began to feel tears brimming in your eyes.

“(Y/n), what are y-” Ashton begins but you quickly cut him off, shaking your head.  

“Calum thinks you like me because of how close we are, Ashton. Now, you know how in love with him I am.” You state, noticing how his face falls. “Since you and I are so close he thinks that we like one another I guess? I don’t know, Ash, but this isn’t okay. I need to go find him.” You say quickly, trying to walk away and find your car keys so that you could look for him, but you’re stopped by a firm grip on your arm.

You turn around to face Ashton quickly, really wanting to be out looking for your boyfriend right now and not looking at the boy who was a partial reason he was gone.  

“I know it’s a bad time to tell you this, but I-I think I do like you, (y/n),” You felt your heart drop at the completely serious look on his face as he continued, “I think I have for a while but I’ve just never really noticed it until Cal yelled at me and I-” You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to stop this.

“Ashton,” You state, pulling your arm away from his grip lightly, trying to make your voice come out as both soft and firm at the same time, “I love you to death, but it’s not in the same way. I am in love with Calum, Ash!” You raise your voice a bit and instantly regret it as a hurt look crosses his features.  "I’m sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen… just, please, forget about me.“ You say, your voice cracking as you walked over to the counter and grabbed your keys, not letting yourself look back because you didn’t want to see his facial expression, you didn’t want to see the hurt in his eyes and all over his face.  

You hurriedly got into your car and took our your phone, dialing his number before you went to look for him.  

He didn’t pick up, so you drove to the first place you thought he would be.  

You arrived at Luke’s house around fifteen minutes later, a bit scared to get out of the car. With a little self encouragement, you were making your way up to the door and knocking softly. On the other side of the door you could hear some quiet whispers, but as you were trying to process the words, the door in front of you was already opening.

“Hey… (y/n).” Luke sighs out, leaning against the door as he looked down at you. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was hiding something behind the door, the way he used his broad shoulders to fill the gap between the door and the door frame. “Need something?” He questions.

“Um… have you seen or heard from Cal?” You ask, your voice weak and quiet. Luke hated to do this to you because you were also one of his friends, but Calum was his brother and he knew that he needed to be on his side right now.

“Yeah, but he needs some time right now, (y/n).” He states in the softest voice he could, already seeing the tears forming in your red eyes. “Give him some time to think about things, okay?”  

All you could do is nod and turn away from him, unable to trust your voice to say anything more as you made your way back to your car and hoping that Ashton wasn’t still at your house.

But before you got all the way to your car, you swore you could hear a choked cry from the man you loved, and you knew you were both feeling the exact same way.


You texted Luke everyday, asking how Calum was, making sure that he was getting enough sleep and showering when he should. Luke never told you too much on Cal’s condition, other than that he was doing okay and that he still needed time.

But all of this ‘time’ was only making you more and more anxious, and you were beginning to wonder if he would ever come back to you.

It was now almost 2am and you were desperate for sleep, and just when you thought you were finally drifting to sleep, you felt your phone vibrate. 

Clicking it on and quickly turning the brightness down so you weren’t blinded, your eyes widened as you saw a new text message. You quickly unlocked your phone and read the entire message, the first thing you’ve heard from him in a week.

(Y/n), I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a week, and that it took an entire bottle of Jack Daniels for me to be able to look at your number without crying. I know that you’ve been texting Luke to see how I am everyday. You’ve always worried too much. I’ve thought about a lot in the last week, and I feel terrible. My jealousy got the best of me, (y/n). I couldn’t stand the way he looked at you and how you were completely oblivious to it. I’m trying to better myself for you before you see me again. I want to be the man you feel in love with, not some jealous douche bag. I probably won’t even remember sending this to you, but I mean all of it.  I love you so much, please give me time. Xx

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Authors note: I FINALLY FINISHED PART TWO. Gosh, it took me way too long, I’m so sorry! I hope you guys like this more than I do, I’m feeling quite rusty with my writing. Anyway, if you guys want a part 3, please feel free to let me know! is this even good enough for a part three? You can request it or anything you want to here!